" Will that be all?” I asked the pimply faced teen who ogled my exposed legs as if in heat. My pen tapped impatiently on the notepad while I waited for him to look up.
Slowly his dull grey eyes roved over my body and a limp smile drew up his thin, crusted lips making him look more weasel than human.
“Yep. That’d be it,” his cheerful, adolescent voice cracked.
“Great,” I mumbled, walking back behind the counter. "

― Brandi Salazar , Faerie Tales: The Misfortune of a Teenage Socialite